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( he probably, like, instantly told annabeth about loki on the network — that he's here, that he's claiming to be the real deal but this? this is news. )

if i volunteer for dream training, does that mean i get to sleep more?

( they probably told each other at the same time like the annoying hivebrain that they are. )

No. I think it means you'll get worse sleep, and be crankier than usual.

when am i cranky?

When do you get a solid eight hours of sleep?

i don't need eight hours
i need candy and coffee

Are you getting caffeine headaches? I thought the brain surgery and haircut came with a cure for those.

you got a cure for caffeine headaches?

all they gave me was a seizure

( she can't snap that's not funny if she can't find him. )

PERCY.

( she can too. )

ANNABETH

Please tell me you did not actually have a seizure.

( she will, actually, murder someone. it will be all the impetus she needs to find whoever dropped them off and rip their heads off their bodies. )

i would but i don't talk as good as i did in my youth

come on
i would've told you if i was serious

You're not really having caffeine withdrawals, are you?

no but i drink more soda than coffee
are you?

I miss the buzz, I think. But I don't feel sick the way my dad used to. Whatever they did to us must have pushed me past the withdrawal phase.

( or maybe it was however long they were kept in confinement. time heals all wounds, after all. )

I might have gotten you a job.

what?

( he's relieved that annabeth doesn't have killer migraines. emphasis on killer because he doubts the world around them would survive a caffeine-deprived daughter of athena. )

why?

i mean where?

Because you need something to do that's not mindlessly binging futuristic television or getting into fights with street vendors.

( she didn't sign him up for slavery, jeez )

It's at the bar. Silena works there.

do i? i haven't fallen into a showhole yet

( what's with the fear? annabeth's idea of hard work and percy's are not the same. but, it's for them and their future. know what that means? yup, he's screwed by his own moral compass. )

who do you want me to talk to about it?

Stephen Strange. He runs the place. He swears that's his real name, for the record, so don't make stupid jokes.

( don't get fired on your first day or they'll never be able to afford their own place. )

If you keep binging everything without me, you'll just have to sit through the shows again a second time when I'm ready to watch them.

i wasn't going to make stupid jokes
everyone knows they write themselves

( out here, trying to live his life, failing. )

and?
that's not actually punishment even if you do hog the couch

( he'd rather watch her than the screen. )

If you get fired on your first day because your new boss gets tired of you making fun of his name, I'm disowning you.

( liar, liar. )

I only hog when you're not falling asleep on it.

do you think i'd make a good bachelor?
unemployed with fifteen stray dogs?
or dying plants since there apparently aren't many animals here
somewhere, grover and juniper have actually disowned me

( thin ice feels great under his feet. )

let's not blame the couch for being cozy
the couch didn't ask for this
and i like you taking up 90% of the space despite being shorter than me

You'd be begging me to take you back an hour later.

( never mind the fact that it was annabeth going out of her mind with worry for six months before. )

I'm only shorter than you because you got stretched out by some monsters over the summer. Normal-Percy is a shrimp.

[ Annabeth can have this dream anytime in the next IC month. ]

The dream itself is one of white sterile walls and diagnostic beats from a heart monitor. Though you're in this dream, there is an overwhelming sense that your body is not your own. It's considerably larger and muscular in nature, held down by binds to keep you from acting against them. For now, if you struggle, you can't.

The edges of the room are a blur, and your throat feels dry, parched, not unlike it did the first day you arrived in New Amsterdam. Emblazoned on the wall at a distance is a large bird with a gray chest, and the words: Project Meadowlark.

A doctor walks by in light blue scrubs and a medical mask. He leans in, checks your diagnostics, and pushes a button. "I'm numbing 'im back up, he's working through our sedative like crazy. What's in these people?"

The other doctor offers a thumbs up in acknowledgement, and then calls in a set of people with razors. "Get 'em prepped for surgery. Whatever they are, having the implants in them will help us."

"Heh, yeah. There's so many of them. Think this is all he'll leave with us, or are more coming?" The first doctor turns, looking out at the room, as a set of hair clippers buzz to life. "It's hard to say, isn't it?"

After the question is answered, the room is covered in a thick fog. Or perhaps it's your mind. Just the same, you slip from awareness and eventually consciousness.

Where ARE YOU

[ SHE IS VERY STRESSED OUT ]

Currently? Attempting to get to Mount Everest, and really wishing I had a pegasus or two to make this easier.

I was in New Cairo, but you stood me up.

I was changing!

[ she has seen her bedroom through enough glitches that she knows she's still there. gods it would be embarrassing if she was half dressed... the indignity. ]

Guido loved the snow.

Blackjack would have stolen a dozen apples from the sack already. But I'd probably be at the summit by now, so I think I'd let him have them.

Are you okay, though? I tried to get back in there with you, but if anyone can figure out how, they aren't cluing me in.

Blackjack needed to go on a diet.

I'm fine. It's crap in here but whatever. Percy's fine too. I made him have a dance party for morale, it was hilarious, he's very terrible.

What's going on in there? Somebody described it with the names of a bunch of movies I've never seen...

It's a war, without the fighting.

[ a puff of a sigh that doesn't translate, but maybe it does. ]

Outside is uninhabitable, but people have to go outside for supplies and if they get caught which some people are doing on porpoise they get sent to work camps and time is weird down here like it's passing differently for people in the camps than the people in the dorms. Also we live in dorms, I had three roommates and they're like all Hispanic so Judas is racist.

Everyone is just hiding down here, waiting for the war to miraculously end.

But there are movies?

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thank you for reminding me...

it's my job

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